Heavy in the box
Round in the hole
There isn't any reason
You won't be growing old
Wings weather burden
Super-god design
Close as us to heaven
Butterflies in sunshine
Drink now to your purpose
Sail into the night
Daring arms will guide you home
All the way, a beacon glow
Golden silky moonlight
Ether for the godlike
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